User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-25220117-20130516195900/@comment-4512067-20140625153935

''Venter bows, before brushing past the tent flap and into the darkness of late evening dusk. The wildcat Callum stood within the wood awaiting him, his arms crossed imperiously, his amber eyes watching. The wildcat was much shorter than most cats, but what he lacked in height he made up for in brilliance, anger, and cruelty- That was why Venter chose him.''

"Soh, wot'd yore boss say?" He growled, displaying his yellowed fangs

The rat smiled, resting a paw upon the pommel of his sword. "Get yer beasts tergedder, Callum. Yore goin' ter Redwall."

The wildcat's eyes flashed evilly in the fading light. "Very well." ''Turning, he gathered his band, rats, weasels, ferrets, stoats and foxes of every background and fighting style-They had carved a path across the world from the Northlands to Mossflower, and they weren't ever planning on stopping yet. Drawing grappling hooks and ropes, they made their way to Redwall.''